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Jesse's little "Sorry Commander!" reblog if you agree

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Remember that trend going around when Lion came out where people were saying what Hogwarts houses would use as their war cry? Well - Slytherins we’re pretty week so. For your consideration- For the Glory by All Good Things. Your welcome

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Ok say what you will about Nickleback but I just listened to their version of We Will Rock You (2020 remaster) and … it’s GOOD!?!?

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REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

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WHAT’S KILLING ME ABOUT THIS IS:  THOSE ARE NOT LIGHTSABER BLADES AT THE END OF THE CHAINS YOU CAN VERY CLEARLY SEE THEY ARE KNIVES ON THE END OF A CHAIN AND I’M IN ABSOLUTE FUCKING TEARS THAT PADAWAN OBI-WAN WAS LIKE “OKAY LIGHTSABER BLADES ON THE END OF A CHAIN WOULD PROBABLY CHOP MY FOOT OFF BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW HOW TO USE IT PROPERLY. (YET.) “HOW ABOUT TWO KNIFE BLADES INSTEAD? “YES THAT’S MUCH SAFER.  ALL RIGHT TIME TO TEST THIS IDEA OUT.” AND NOW I’M CRYING BECAUSE KID OBI-WAN KENOBI WAS LIKE “WELL, I WAS BEING SAFE ABOUT TESTING IT, I ONLY USED KNIFE BLADES, NOT A PLASMA CHAINSAW.  SEE?  TOTALLY SAFE.” THAT’S IT, THAT’S OBI-WAN KENOBI FOR YOU. SWINGINGS KNIVES AROUND ON THE END OF CHAINS WAS THE SAFE VERSION OF THIS CHAOS BASTARD’S IDEA.

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Watchin over me - radio company = Destiel

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"you may now kiss the groom"

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Just a quirky thingy

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This is Brenton Daniels. Much like Lincoln, he too is a Jumper!

Brent was born in the Universe of the DC comics but his powers belong to the Supernatural Universe.

He's a Phoenix with links to every underbelly he visits... And has the scar to prove it

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Lincoln Price - New God of Nature

Born in the Percy Jackson universe, Lincoln’s role is as a new god. His origin stemming from the death of the god Pan. Although Pan gave his powers of nature to Grover, the role of a nature god in the Greek Pantheon still had to be filled, thus the universe created a nature god that fit along more with the current climate of the world. Lincoln’s role as the new Pan no longer circles nature through life, but through rebirth and decay. As such, Lincoln has the power to kill any creature he touches and can accelerate the deterioration of any organic thing, including metals and flora. Although he has a role as a new god, the world was not ready for his abilities causing them to fear him. Lincoln is a brute force, using his power of decay as a last resort or for intimidation purpose only.   

I have three others in this group of heroes - each with their own story and powers - follow to find out more about this group of heros 

for now - peace out nerds

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In Defence of Salazar Slytherin

Hi Ho how is the Tumblr-verse this fine timeline? 

I have something to say in defence of Salazar Slytherin and why I believe he received the rap he got. 

As a nerd and a Slytherin myself, I was always curious as to why Salazar didn’t want Muggle born students in his House, or at Hogwarts at all for that matter. Why would a founder whos whole purpose was to cultivate greatness neglect a large mass of evolving students? Well ... i have a theory. 

As most people who were brought up with a brain are likely aware, the Witch trials were a thing and although we know of a rise of them during the 1600′s, as a Catholic Church headed land, England and Scotland would have had many other witch trials or bannishments during the course of Catholicism and its mass influence. And as the Church believed that witchcraft = devil worship, it would have lead to Church lead towns holding mini witch hunts of their own - k*lling those they believed were Witches. 

As such the Hogwarts would have been a logical safe haven for young magic wielders as it offered protection from the Church and thus persecution. Right? 

With this background context we can now safely assume that Salazar Slytherin didn’t want Muggle born or affiliated children in his house because he was worried they would have been a threat to the “Pureblood” or all magic families. This also supports why he had the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets and WHY it was so infatuated with killing Muggle-affiliated students - it was meant to be a bloodhound for if Muggles infiltrated and were attacking the school! 

The first thing about a Slytherin is we protect our own which is what Salazar had intended to do with his house and students. No WAY would he have let his students (who were likely shunned for magic in a Church run world) be left unprotected! 

So YES he didn’t want muggles or muggle-born kids in Hogwarts because he saw them as a threat to his students SAFETY!!!! Its the only thing that makes sense and his bad rep for being a Purist would have stemmed from his hatred for muggles and the threat they posed to Hogwarts safety. 

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this concludes my rant 

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Ladies and Gentleman. 

Nerds of all ages, I give you... Three Hours Of My Life Spent, Yet Not Wasted 

The effort I put in trying to make Sam Dean and Castiel as Hero Forge figurines is insane! However it was completely worth it... I LOVE THEM <3 

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Am I dumb?

because of the Corona thats doin the rounds, the fam and I are doing a MCU marathon with all the movies in chronological order. 

And last night were watching Captain Marvel (who could slap me and I would thank her) and you know the scene at the end where Fury and Whats-Her-Face are trying to save the Scrauls. The part where Fury trys to get Goose to attack and he/she/they doesn't. Gifting us the line “pick a side”???

Ya know, that one?

I was always confused as to WHY Goose doesn't attack, we saw him/her/them eat a whole group of those Kree basterds and yet he doesn't then?????

I just realized that he didn't attack because the Scraul leader Whats-His-Face-With-The-Cool-Accent was disguised AS THE KREE SOLDIER GOOSE COZIES UP TO?!!!?!!!!??!!!!!!!!!!!?!!!!?!?!!!? 

AM I SERIOUSLY THAT DUMB IT TOOK BE THIS LONG TO NOTICE!!!!!!!!!!!

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Some info on my Profile Pics. The first is my SPN OC Tanae. Shes a hunter who was born with Pyrokinetic abilities. Turns out she’s an experiment created by the Stine family (Chuck rest her soul). 

The second is my MCU OC. Named Hades, Dee is a Hydra experiment who has the ability to manifest and manipulate natural gems and metals from the Earth. She leads a team of Super-Humans called ‘The Olympians’ (whom i will keep you posted on as i create them) 

Both of these and other OC’s I create are made in the image of people i know in the real world. However the “Lead” characters are based on my ideal self. 

Think a fantasy version of myself if you will. their are others and all of them i have created myself and have drawn with my own hand. 

More info coming soon, see you Ghouls later!

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writing prompt #3

hello again! damn am I on a roll today! I know that theses prompts are short but I needed to flush out as much as I could. I felt inspired! here are two prompts that may or may not be used as a beginning and an end to the same story. what do you think?

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prompt: castle

The screeching of crows violated my ear drums, causing me to flinch. I should be used to them, the queen with her insatiable desire to be loved had turned this marvellous construction into one of hulking sadness and fear. The walls cling to the vines holding them up, as if one push from the punishing wind could bring them tumbling down. No longer did the windows guide the weary into a warm room with water and a comporting fire, instead it ensnared you into a false sense of calm and trap you inside the royal harpies web. As a messenger, I have seen places similar to this, perfect turned damaged, beauty to gore. and much like its lovesick ruler, this castle is only a sad shell of a former glory.

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prompt: falling

I wont lie, the free fall to my evident doom was not what I expected. One would feel there stomach fleeing here body, screaming the entire way down. Flailing like a fly with one wing. in stead, I felt like I was flying, to my end? Yes, but flying no less.

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writing prompt #2 :P

here is writing prompt number two!! it’s been a long time in the making so... to make up for it, here is 2 prompts/short stories for all you lovelies <3

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prompt 1 empty classroom

The blinding light invaded the space from the outside, bleeding in through the windows and illuminating the white walls and clock. The drones soon filed in. Immaculate, silent and robotically obedient. Not a hint of humanity or free will remaining. There shoes clicked and taped on the marble floors, looking too much like the head stone of a newly dug grave. As the soulless students take there seats, the tables cage there bodies, preventing any wrong moves for fear of damnation. The room was too clean, too perfect, like the padded cell of the deranged. Pens and pencils and shuffling paper too quiet, like the calm before a storm that will never come. The teacher towers before the masses. A tyrant of stone and iron will. On the board, charts and equations accuse the students. Not a word is spoken. Hell has begun. 

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prompt 2  a road

Red, black and a string of yellow are the only colours that plague my vision. A lure into, what I can only assume is the end. The end of a life filled with red hot hatred, endless black nights filled with the screams of once calming voices and the memory of yellow street lights blinking in fear and astonishment. I think I just passed a patch of green, hope and love growing in a desert wasteland. No cars drive by. Only the towering teeth of dirt and rock to tell me that this deserted highway will be the only thing I see for a very long time. Gazing into the heavens, I study the orange light bleeding into the clouds of grey and white. Almost easing me with the illusion of rain. what a relief that would be. I worry along with the gods if such a blessing occurred. But when your on  highway to hell. Weakness is not an option. You must be as Hard as the red mountains, bland as the road bellow and follow a yellow brick road to the horrifying future.

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random writing prompt 1

so lately I have been truing to create some short stories inspired by random writing prompts. This one was created by a picture of a gargoyle. hope I can create more for you lovelies. follow or like if you enjoy... or not, I'm not your mother.

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“There are six hundred and sixty-six chapels in this city, however this is the most haunted of all!” The tour guide trues valiantly to scare the teeming masses before her into focusing on the tour. She fails, miserably, but she does make me uneasy. Not with her pitiful excuse of a horror story or her nuclear red locks clashing gruesomely with her pink and blue blouse. But her simple and bland neckless, glinting with innocent malice. I direct my gaze instead to the church before me. I have seen buildings like this before in my travels, arches and spires and thousands of windows staring hungrily at the iron and cement jigsaw before it and down at the unsuspecting souls below. Looking closer, white figures skitter across the surface of the sleeping giants eyes. Easily mistaken as a humble camera flash or a pigeon flying by, but I know. I could recognise that feathery white light any where. Clutching hold of my sharp tipped friends hand, I approach the cathedrals steps.

I could feel them, like guns promising led rain, daring me to cross into clamed territory. Before I reach the craggy steps, I stop. Reaching into my bag I produce a tattered silk box. Carefully, as to not aggravate the eyes above, I place the package on the ground and sigh. Finally ridding the callous object from my being. I stand and grin victoriously at the sky above and the stone guardians grin back. Feral teeth and inhumane claws on show for the world to wrongly interoperate. Looking closely, I swear I could have caught heavens soldiers winking. Michal, Raphael, Gabriel and Gadreel all tower before me, probably expecting me to shrink away in sane fear knowing them. Instead I reply with one of my own. A black, eternal pit of a wink. If a right-minded person were to have seen my lashes flutter, they would have called it demonic.